"How... how do I look?" I asked, nervously."There's the mirror," Bridie replied. "Take a look for yourself." Istood and turned to face my reflection.I...could barely recognise myself. My bushy eyebrows were gone, for astart, and in their place were a pair of elegantly shaped, pencil-thinbrows. My face had been given a light tan, thanks to the foundationcream. My lips were painted a very sultry crimson, my cheeks contouredwith pale pink blusher and highlighter, and my eyes...Bridie had really done. Let's find out."Raul only had two other men working on the house. He immediately began apologizing when I came in. "I'm sorry I can't get a big crew over here right away, Mike. Coup needed to finish up a U.S. Steel building that was left unfinished. He told me the previous builder went out of business and Coup wasn't able to find the former workers. We should be done by Friday, but we're really going to get behind."I asked, "What happened to all of those men you had working? I know you had. ... I continued down the trail myself hurling everyinvective against this stranger, fuming.Before I got to my car I had already planned my outfit for next week.The second weekThe day had finally arrived. This time I was going all in. There wouldbe no plausible deniability.First the prep - a nice bubble bath, taking care to shave and smoothevery bit of skin. Then matching thong and sports bra. I didn't have apair of breast forms but a couple pairs of inserts gave just enoughshape that it. If I was wrong, I would probably never see my mystery woman again. I had no plan. I realized that I was actually a stalker. I was preparing to spend a day following a strange, probably married woman around a grocery store with the hope that something would happen. It was stupid and juvenile, but I was starting to enjoy it.I put on my new clothes and carefully placed my mini shopping list in my shirt pocket. Then I patiently waited for over an hour until the Ford pick-up pulled into the parking.